Cobbled together from the carcasses of countless musical abortions, Mongoloid Village displays both an idiot savant's preternatural fascination with number-play and a neanderthal's dull-witted delight in the application of bludgeoning force.
Lyrics run the gamut from pointlessly mean-spirited diatribes against petty personal enemies to pointlessly mean-spirited diatribes masquerading as satiric cultural commentary -- but whatever the content, their form betrays a childish affection for profanity and a suspicious preoccupation with bodily functions.
